a confident woman is only perceived as conceited by the insecure.

come with me,
together we'll run out the help

i'll put it all on myself
and we'll suffer long days together

we must make them want to leave
manipulate them into a shameful retreat

it's no coincidence that we coincide
lost in this tunnel of reality
when we'd much rather be
hanging from a tree
no   space   between you and me

there's a recipe for my love
it's not hard to memorize

build me up
let me down
come around,
adjust my crown.
put on some coffee
and take me outside
for our third cigarette break today.
bathe in the shame
until I say it's okay to come out.

when your face turns red,
i'll hold your head
and soften the blows
in a second.

when my brain leaks emotion,
you'll be my distraction
attentive yet reluctant and kind.

accepting the mystery of our own existence
there's nothing to prove
we'll find our own groove
just rest in me,
and i'll always help you